Cry tears of flood

Zane entered the noisy club. Dressed in all black gave him a frightening aura. As a regular customer. All the employees here knew who he was and didn't dare to delay him.

Only a few knew of the mafia, and they did their best not to provoke anyone.

“Hey champ…you look extra tasty tonight…wanna play,” like every time a sexy waitress came up to him. A strip dancer wearing only a sexy bikini. An ass to die for, and everything he loved in a woman. The lady sat on his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and forced a kiss. Zane sat there with a cold expression. His eyes narrowed, knowing he didn't come to the club to have fun but teach a traitor a lesson.

“Move,” he muttered loud enough for the naked lady to be away. Flipping her blond silk hair, the woman bit her lower lip seductively as she ground her large ass on Zane as if trying to be around him. Her cleavage showing in a sexy way as her succulent breasts hang above that any man would go crazy with lust.

“Baby boy…you know you don